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Mittwoch, 28. Oktober 2015

Written by Mister Reason
Joyce
Schultz had just graduated from high school with honors, and while her
parents were very proud of her accomplishments, she were both in
agreement on one thing. Joyce was not going to spend the summer in the
house reading.

"You're going to get a job," her mother insisted when the subject came
up. "I don't care what it is - volunteer somewhere if you want to - but
you have to get out of the house and interact with people."

Joyce nodded and shrugged her slumped shoulders, like she often did when
faced with a something she didn't want to deal with, but unlike the
other times, her parents were not going to let her squirm out of this.

"She has to get some kind of life," Betty Schultz told her husband that night in bed.

"I guess," Jack Schultz said, and although he knew his wife was right,
there was something to be said about being the parent of a girl you
didn't ever have to worry about.

"Who knows, maybe she'll even meet a boy," Betty suggested.

"Or a girl," Jack added.

"She's not gay, Jack," Betty said, once again rejecting her husband's semi-serious theory for why no boys ever came calling.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Jack said. "I just want her to be happy."

"Why don't you see if Don needs help at his place?" Betty suggested, and
to get his wife off of his back so he could go to sleep, he agreed.

***

"I don't know anything about ice cream," Joyce said to her parents the next day.

"What did I tell you?" Betty said to her husband with a grin. "I told you she would say that."

"There's nothing to know," Jack Schultz said. "You stick it in a cone,
hand it to somebody and take their money. For crying out loud, you had a
99 average last year. You're telling me you can't figure it out?"

"I don't even eat ice cream," Joyce whined.

"Your Uncle Don will appreciate that," Betty said. "Not that you couldn't stand to gain a few pounds."

"And stand up straight honey," Jack said. "Please?"

"Nothing wrong with being tall," her mother added. "Slumping like that doesn't make you look any shorter."

Joyce nodded and straightened up, having fallen into that habit of
stooping over once she reached 6' tall, and when she finally ran out of
excuses, agreed to go with her Dad to talk to her Uncle about working
there.

***

"Wow!" Don Schultz said when his brother brought Joyce to "The
Snackatorium", his summer enterprise that kept him busy until the snow
started flying and his plowing business kicked in. "Look at you, Joyce.
You're a tall drink of water."

Joyce nodded and blushed as her uncle kissed her on the cheek.

"So what do you think?" Don's brother asked. "Do you think you can give Joyce a job?"

"Absolutely!" Don said as he looked over his niece, and tried to curb
his habit of mentally undressing the girls who interviewed for jobs with
him, at least until his brother was gone. "Especially nights and
weekends. All these kids want to book early at night. You okay with
that, Joyce?"

"I guess," Joyce said with a shrug, and was left to look around the storeroom as her father went to talk with her uncle.

"That will work out well," Jack said of his daughter. "She doesn't have
much of a social life. Correction. No social life, so nights and
weekends work out well for everybody then."

"No boyfriend huh?" Don said. "Well, the way these clowns hang around
drooling over the girls that work here, that might change."

"I doubt it," Jack said. "But if you can get her out of that shell of
hers, that would be great. She's an incredibly intelligent girl, but
socially..."

"Leave that to me," Don said boisterously, slapping his brother on the
shoulder. "By the end of the summer you won't recognize her."

...

"Here's your uniform," Don Schultz told her new employee as he handed
Joyce a couple of t-shirts with the logo of The Snackatorium on the
front. "Very few rules here. Don't chew gum while you wait on people."

"I don't chew gum."

"Good. Do you smoke? No? Great. Show up on time, do your best and you'll
be fine," Don assured the nervous teen. "Be here tomorrow at 4 and I'll
break you in myself. It'll be great to have somebody besides me that
can reached the stuff on the top shelves. You're almost as tall as I am.
What are you Joyce, 6'2"?"

"About six foot," Joyce lied, knowing that she was a bit taller than that now and her uncle's guess was probably correct.

"Well, stand up straight," Don said, patting Joyce on the back and
squeezing her bony shoulder while whispering to her that he only said
that because her old man told him to. "Oh, and one more thing. I ask all
the girls to wear bras. Family place and all."

Don Schultz eyes went down to the lanky girl's chest, and even though
she was wearing a baggy blouse he suspected that his niece didn't have
much up on top. While that might turn off a lot of men, Don was
certainly not one of them. Just the opposite.

"Okay," Joyce said, blushing.

"And so we'll see you tomorrow. Welcome aboard!."

Joyce awkwardly shook her uncle's hand before walking out of the store with her father.

"Congratulations!" Joyce's father said, winking at his brother. "You're now a professional."

Don laughed and watched his brother walk out of the store with his new
employee, and as they turned the corner Don rearranged his pants to
accommodate the erection he was sporting as a result of seeing little
Joyce again.

"Here," Don said as he handed his niece her name tag, although he was sorely tempted to put it on himself. "You better do it."

Don watched Joyce awkwardly attach the tag above the tiny swell of her
left breast, and as he looked over his brother's daughter he knew from
the start that it was going to be a long hot summer, at least for him.

It wasn't that Joyce was a stunning beauty or anything, far from it. If
you were one of those fans of classical beauty, Joyce was not going to
be your cup of tea. It was as if the girl had gotten the lesser features
of her parents; her father's big nose and her mother's height, but
didn't get her father's outgoing personality or her mother's boobs.

Hardly any boobs at all, Don noted, and who knows how much of what was
under the t-shirt and bra was flesh, Don mused. Joyce reminded Don of
his first love, back 40 years ago. Gail Hopper was her name, and she was
almost as androgynous as Joyce was. She was no looker either, but she
had been an animal in the sack, and ever though she had been Don's
first, she was still the best no matter what she looked like to others.

As Don showed Joyce around the shop, introducing her to the rest of the
staff and showing her the various machines, his mind was elsewhere. Was
she a virgin? It didn't seem possible that an 18 year old girl could be
these days, but his brother said that she wasn't very social.

Nervous beyond belief too, Don noted, and as the day went on it was easy
to see that Joyce wasn't going to excel at customer service. She
panicked constantly, dropping things and getting flustered, so when it
was time for her break he had Joyce join him in his little office.

"You want me to quit?" Joyce said.

"Quit?" Don said. "Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"I'm no good at this," Joyce said.

"Hey, nothing is easy at first," Don said, putting his hand on Joyce's
pale forearm, the skinny limb so white it looked like it never saw the
sun, and softly stroked the fine down that graced it. "You just need to
relax."

Joyce flinched at first, but Don's hand continued to stroke her furry
forearm with his beefy hand, making the down dance between his fingers,
and he kept assuring her that she would be okay.

"Hey, you're way ahead of most of the girls. You can make change without
the help of the register," Don chuckled. "You should see this place
when the power goes out. They're hopeless without the machine telling
them what to do."

Don told Joyce that she could help him work the back area, and only come
out to wait on people when it got really crowded. Hearing that, it
seemed like the weight of the world came off her shoulders.

"There," Don said. "That's more like the Joyce I remember. You're so much prettier when you smile."

Don chuckled as Joyce left, blushing at the compliment. He didn't think
that she got told she was pretty very often, because she really wasn't,
at least not in the classic sense. Her features were plain, and she did
little cosmetically to improve them. Her hair was a mousy brown and was
cut in a very ordinary way.

Still, Don thought, there was something about her than gave him a
hard-on whenever she was near. That was going to be a challenge now,
because they would be working together a lot now.

***

"Working late these days?" Joyce's mother asked when her daughter slipped into the kitchen just past midnight.

"Yeah. Uncle Don has me cashing out all the registers after we close," Joyce said.

"You don't seem to mind your job so much now."

"No, it's not bad," Joyce admitted. "Uncle Don is really nice."

"Meet any boys?" her mother asked.

"No," Joyce said as she headed upstairs to her room.

Locking her bedroom door, Joyce undressed and put on her nightie before
going over to her desk and pulling out her diary. For some reason, Joyce
had started to make entries in it once again when she started working
last week.

If I had a friend - a real friend that I could talk to - I wouldn't have
to write this stuff out, Joyce thought as she went to the next blank
page, but writing helped.

***

Dear Diary,

That's a dumb thing to write every day, but I do it anyway.

It wasn't very busy tonight, so I got to help Uncle Don do inventory.
He's so nice. I know it's weird, but I really wish he wasn't my uncle.
He always says nice things to me.

Tonight he asked me if I ever thought about becoming a model. That was
freaky on more than one level. If anybody else said that, I would have
thought they were being funny, but he seemed to mean it, and said I had
the body for it. If he ever saw me without my clothes he would never say
that, but it made me tingle to hear it.

If he wasn't my uncle, heck, I don't care that he's more than three times my age.
He's good looking. His bald head is sexy to me, and he's really strong.
Also he's taller than me, which is nice.

He's a touchy guy, always touching my arms or patting my back and
shoulders. It feels nice when he does that, especially when his hand
rubs my forearms, even though I'm so self-conscious about the hair on
them. Sometimes I think that he's looking at me, almost like he's
checking me out. You know what I mean? Maybe it's my imagination.
Probably is. I mean, why would a guy look at me? Goofy desperate kids my
age don't even bother.

He told me about how Aunt Kay divorced him, and how lonely he was. I
guess that conversation started when he asked me whether any guys have
come on to me at work. As if! He told me that I should smile more, and
stand up straight. Rats. I thought I was getting better at that.

When we were working in the back, stacking the boxes of ice cream cones
on the shelves, I could have sworn he was looking down the sleeve of my
shirt when I raised my arms. Glad I shaved my pits this morning. Must
remember to do it every day, even if they don't need it.

Boy, if Uncle Don ever saw this stuff I'm writing, he would think I was
crazy. This stuff is probably all in my head. Still, it's nice to think
about. Maybe older guys like the way I look. I do better with them, or
so it seems. Guys my age sure aren't interested.

Oh well. I'm tired. Time to go to bed. Maybe I'll go right to sleep, but
probably not. I'll probably do what I've been doing the last couple of
nights. Think about Uncle Don, and dreaming about those big strong hairy
arms of his wrapped around me.

***

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Don Schultz said as she stood
behind his niece and looked over her shoulder while she finished
counting the cash drawer and wrote the totals down in the ledger. "I
used to be here for hours doing that."

Joyce shivered when she felt Uncle Don's hand on her shoulder, and when she felt his minty breath on her neck her body trembled.

"Cold?" Uncle Don asked when he noticed her goose bumps on Joyce's bare
arms, and after he ran his hands up and down and got the fine hairs
standing up straight on her pebbled skin, he announced that he had a
idea to warm her up.

"I've had this bottle around for a while," Don explained when he came
back with a bottle of Sambuca. "I used to splash a little on ice cream
every once in a while. I know it's cool back here so this will warm you
up.

"Don't tell your folks I gave you this," Uncle Don said, and after Joyce nodded she took a swallow out of the little paper cup.

"Like that?" Don said, smiling as she reacted to what might have been
her first taste of alcohol, and when she didn't stop him he poured some
more in the cup.

"Since you're done counting the cash you can have another drink," Uncle
Don said as he looked at his niece's long skinny fingers trembling as
she held the cup. "Oh. That boy you were talking to near closing time?
The one with the earring? He seemed interested in you."

"Todd? He's in the Honor Society with me."

"He was looking at you as if he thought...

"He's gay," Joyce said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh. Sorry," Don said. "Serves me right for being nosy."

"It's okay," Joyce said.

"Guess I was just getting jealous about somebody making a move on my
girl," Don said, squeezing Joyce's shoulders through the t-shirt and
feeling her bra straps beneath it. "You are my girl, you know. You're my
best employee. You're sort of the assistant manager these days."

"The other girls don't like me," Joyce said as she sipped the drink
again. "I think it's because you treat me like I'm your favorite."

"They're jealous. Too bad. You are my favorite, even if we weren't related."

"Not used to that - me making other people jealous."

Don, still standing behind his niece, found himself leaning against her
and brushing his lips on the bare skin of her neck above the collar of
her t-shirt, and as he did his hands went onto Joyce's hips.

"I shouldn't have done that," Don said. "But I've wanted to since you started working here. You're so cute."

Don stared at the back of Joyce's head, which had straightened up when
he kissed her, and now she stood at the counter staring straight ahead
with her hands on the surface as he leaned gently against her.

"Silly old man," Don said while waiting for his niece to run. "Feeling jealous when he sees boys checking you out."

His cock was hard, and he knew that Joyce could feel it as he leaned
against her, all the time thinking that this could stop right now, with
no harm done. The problem was that he couldn't stop. It was as if he had
no control over what his hands were doing as they left Joyce's bony
hips and started sliding upward along the front of her shirt.

"Please don't," he heard Joyce say in a voice hardly audible, and as his
hands came up to the logo of The Snackatorium Joyce took her hands of
the counter and brought them up to stop him.

Don could have overpowered his skinny niece's efforts to stop his hands
from going up to her breasts, but he didn't, and as Joyce brought his
hands down he suddenly realized that she was pushing them down to her
crotch.

"Oh!" Joyce whimpered as she pushed her uncle's hands down to her delta
and leaned into the counter, clamping her hand down there as she leaned
forward.

"Joyce honey..." Don moaned. "You don't know how bad I want you."

In front of him, Joyce was writhing around, her head rolling back
backwards as his hand massaged her pussy through the slacks and panties,
but Don wanted to explore elsewhere so he slid his hands up quickly
when Joyce released her grip on his wrists briefly.

Don knew what his hands were going to find once they reached the modest
swells of Joyce's chest. Over the last week he had "accidentally" bumped
up against Joyce in every way he could think of, so when his hands came
up to Joyce's breasts he was not surprised at what he found.

"It's okay," Don kept whispering, reassuring his niece that he was not
disappointed when what barely filled his hands was mostly the padded
quilt-like cups of her brassiere, but although he was a bit surprised at
how little was actually hidden underneath the wrapper, that only served
to inflame his desires.

Joyce was now leaning back against her uncle, her hands now raised but
frozen as if she was conducting an orchestra, and she did not stop her
uncle when his hands dipped down to move up under her t-shirt.

Don could count Joyce's ribs as his hands slid up Joyce's smooth skin,
and went they reached the bottom of her bra his fingers inched the
harness upward easily, baring Joyce's breasts for his over-sized hands
to caress.

"Omigod honey," Don muttered as he kneaded the little buds, which felt
like only small swells on her chest, and Joyce was practically swooning
as she stood between her uncle and the counter while Don caressed her
breasts. "So sweet. I want to see you."

As Don massaged Joyce's undeveloped bosom, he felt her nipples start to
blossom, and as they inflated they grew to the size of small bullets,
long and thick pegs that seemed to throb as his fingers stroked them.

"They're sensitive, aren't they honey?" Don was whispering while
nuzzling into Joyce's neck and plucking at her amazing nipples, and
Joyce mumbled something in return.

Don was just about to pull Joyce's shirt up over her head when a loud thud came from out in the front of the building.

"Damn!" Don said as he yanked his hands out from underneath his niece's
blouse and hustled out the door the the front area of the snack bar,
leaving a disheveled Joyce Schultz struggling to catch her breath.

Don got out front just in time to see the taillights of a van leave the
parking lot, and when he saw what caused the noise was not an attempted
burglary but only the bundle of the free local entertainment guide that
they gave away to customers, he cursed again.

"Metroland," he mumbled when he rejoined his niece in the back room,
holding the bundle of the free newspapers in his hand while looking at
the barely recognizable sight of his niece leaning against the counter
with her raised bra making the front of her shirt a lumpy mess.

Joyce's eyes weren't on the papers but on the bulge in her uncle's pants
which was only now beginning to shrink, and when it was clear that the
mood was broken beyond repair, Joyce turned around and reached under her
blouse to re-position her bra.

"Better get you home," Don mumbled, and Joyce nodded.

They secured the shop and got in Don's van for the short ride home. Don
kept looking over at his niece, who kept staring straight ahead. He was
hoping she would say something, but when she didn't, Don pulled the car
over onto the shoulder of the quiet road.

"Joyce honey," Don said softly, searching for words. "I can't really explain it... what happened back at the shop..."

"I won't," Don said, and she was right because he really wasn't, and the
only thing he was really sorry about was the noise that had broken the
spell. "I'm not. I know it was as wrong as wrong can be, but I'm only
sorry that it stopped."

"Me too." Joyce mumbled.

"I want to kiss you," her Uncle Don was saying, and seconds after their
lips met they were clawing at each other, their tall bodies twisting and
contorting as their tongues dueled, and as Don grabbed Joyce's breasts
again he felt her hands at his crotch.

And he was letting her. Her nervous fingers were clawing around, trying
to undo his belt and open up his pants, and he was powerless to stop. He
felt the cool air on his private parts when Joyce managed to yank the
slacks down to his thighs.

He heard his niece mutter something a second before the head of his cock became very wet and warm.

It was a sight that Don, even in his wildest fantasies, had not
envisioned. His niece - his brother's only daughter - was contorting
herself in the cramped passenger side of the van, while her head bobbed
up and down under the gentle illumination of the dashboard lights.

Up and down his niece's mouth went and while she might not have been a
Linda Lovelace, having scraped his cock with her teeth at first, it was
obvious that the girl whose father thought she was a wallflower had done
this before, and Joyce was doing it well enough that after a couple of
incredible moments Don couldn't hold back.

"Honey - can't - gonna cum!" Don cried out as he squirmed around and
tried to pull Joyce's head off of his cock before it erupted, but that
only made her go down on him harder and faster.

Joyce only made the slightest choking sounds as Don came, and it was as
if he had been saving it up since his divorce, because he kept cumming
and cumming. Joyce, for her part, kept swallowing and swallowing until
her uncle had no more to give.

Joyce persisted though, and even after his cock had stopped twitching
and had begun to deflate she kept lavishing the love on it until he
gently raised her head up from his lap.

"Was that good?" she asked timidly with her glasses hanging crookedly on
her nose, her demeanor more like the shy teen she had been earlier than
the crazed cocksucker she had somehow evolved into moments earlier.

"Are you kidding?" Don said as he helped Joyce return to a sitting position. "That was amazing. I want to do things to you too."

"I have to go home," Joyce said with more than a little sadness after
looking at the digital clock on the dash that proclaimed it was 1:17.

"Damn!" Don said, and after getting his pants back up drove his niece the rest of the way home.

"I love you Uncle Don," Joyce said, giving him a kiss before hopping out
of the van and skipping up the walk to the darkened house.

"Love you too honey," Don whispered at the back of his niece, and after
she was safely inside he drove home while his mind raced.

***

Joyce Schultz tiptoed down the hall and made it to her bedroom without
being caught, and after she closed the door behind herself Joyce leaned
back against the door and took a deep breath.

The t-shirt was damp with perspiration, and after she shed the uniform
top she pulled her jeans off and peeled down her panties, which were
dripping wet. Looking up, she saw her reflection in her make-up mirror
and paused on her way to her diary.

Her hand went to the wide triangle of brown hair between her legs. It
had grown back in so fast, and she thought maybe that old wives' tale
about shaving making the hair grow back even more was right, because she
sure felt more hairy than before.

Does Uncle Don like girls with pubic hair? He seems to like the hair on
my arms, and I love the way it feels when he runs his hands over them,
she mused while going to her desk. Joyce pondered that as she sat down
and unlocked her journal to began writing.

***

Dear Diary,

OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!! It almost happened. It WOULD have happened if it
wasn't for that stupid noise of the papers hitting the outside wall.
That screwed everything up, and we were so close.

I couldn't have scripted it better. Uncle Don had been even more
touchy-feeley than usual after we closed the store, and then he came up
behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. This time he didn't stop,
and then he kissed my neck.

I almost fainted. My whole body started shivering, and then he put his
hands on my hips and told me I was cute. ME! Cute? OMIGOD! And then his
hands came up the front of my shirt, headed straight for you-know-where.

What did I do? I stopped him. What a fool! I was begging him to do it
and then I panicked. I pushed his hand down between my legs and then I
was practically humping his hand, but then all of a sudden his hands
came up from down there and went up top.

For a minute I thought he might laugh like Billy Furlong did, that
asshole, but Uncle Don didn't. He brushed my hands away and started
feeling me up. It was almost as if he liked me being so flat!

If he cared that he was only grabbing cotton he didn't show it. He kept
feeling and I could feel his dick against my butt, and then he put his
hands under my blouse. The next thing I knew my bra is up around my neck
and he's going crazy, telling me he wants to see me while he's pulling
on my nipples.

Not only didn't Uncle Don care that I'm flat chested, he seemed to enjoy
it. I almost came. I might have, because between his hands and the way I
was grinding my crotch into the edge of the counter while he ground
into me, I was ready to explode.

Then the freaking noise ruined everything. When he came back, the bulge
was still there in his pants, and he had a wet spot there just like Mr.
Arthur used to have. Me. Joyce Marie Schultz, making guys drool? And not
just a guy, but a man. A grown man who is experienced and could do way
better than me.

So he's acting all embarrassed and tells me he better take me home. I'm
ready to run up to him and jump onto his lap while he's standing, but I
say okay. In the van, I'm going nuts. I might have told him to drive
past the house if he got that far, but luckily he pulled over to the
side of the road.

He started talking, and I'm like, please don't talk. Then he says he
wants to kiss me. So sweet, but once his lips touched mine I went crazy.
It was probably funny to look at but I didn't care. I'm grabbing his
stuff and trying to get his pants down, and when I did, OMIGOD!

Uncle Don's dick is huge! Not porn star freaky huge but big. Way bigger
than Mr. Arthur's was, and I thought THAT was big! Uncle Don is
circumcised, and I like that better than the other way. I dove down and
and started sucking on it. Took me a while to get used to how big his
is, especially the thickness, and I was bad at the start but got better
as I went along.

Could only get my mouth about half-way down before I would start
gagging, but I guess he didn't mind because he starts telling me he's
going to cum, and then tried to pull me off.

NO!! I want to scream, but instead I kept sucking and then he's spurting
down my throat. A lot! I ask him if it was okay and I guess it was. He
tells me he wants to do stuff to me but it's past 1 and we're parked on
the side of the road.

He asks me if he'll see me tomorrow. Are you kidding? I told him I loved
him and that was it. I think that was okay. Uncles and nieces are
supposed to love one another, right? Maybe not like this.

Oh well. Time for bed.

Joyce looked at what she had read, and then after reading it a second
time, pulled the papers out of the book and ripped them in progressively
smaller pieces until they looked like confetti.

Mom and Dad had never snooped around her room that she knew of, but this
was different. Just trying to imagine what would happened if Mom or Dad
ever got the urge to read her diary was terrifying.

In bed, Joyce's hand went where she knew they would go, and while her
own fingers plucking at her nipples didn't feel anything like her
uncle's had, it would have to do.

***

The next day at The Snackatorium, the tension between uncle and niece
was so charged with energy that to Don, it seemed to the two like
everybody else working there had to sense it but they were oblivious.

Luckily, the shake machine blew up which kept him out in front and away
from his niece, but Don was able to fix it without losing too much
business. When he went back to the bathroom in the rear of the store to
clean up, he got a chance to see Joyce from behind, and while that
wasn't out of the ordinary, she was wearing shorts for the first time at
work.

Her pale legs looked even longer bare, and while they weren't overly
shapely, the sight of that much of Joyce's bare skin was enough to get
Don's juices flowing.

"Nice legs," Don commented on the way past, and Joyce giggled in response while watching her uncle disappear into the bathroom.

Joyce was tempted to go see if Uncle Don needed help washing up, but
instead she concentrated on cutting up the fruit while hoping the clock
would move faster.

When closing time finally came, Joyce hurriedly counted the cash drawers
while Uncle Don seemed to be moving as fast as he could to finish
cleaning. It was 10:30 when Joyce put the cash in the safe, all the time
looking around, wondering if they were going to do it back here.

Don was putting away the mop and bucket when he saw Joyce watching him,
and when his eyes went downward he did a double take. Joyce was biting
her lower lip and looking embarrassed when she saw that she got his
attention.

"It's after closing time," Joyce said as Uncle Don came closer to her.

"I wasn't complaining," Don said, his eyes fixed Joyce's nipples, which
seemed to be trying to burst through the thin cotton shirt.

Joyce's bra had been stuffed into her pocketbook

after she took it off when all the other staff had gone home, and after
the sensitive nipples had been rubbing against the shirt all that time
they were swollen and throbbing.

"Not nice to tease," Don said as his hands came up to the points, and
when the tips of his fingers touched them Joyce moaned and her entire
body shuddered.

"Don't move," Don said. "I like to tease too."

Don used his palms, making circular motions as he ever so lightly made
contact, and Joyce seemed to be in a trance as her head rolled back on
her shoulders.

For someone with a preference, some might say a fetish, for small
breasted women, Joyce was a dream come true, and as he rolled the pegs
between his fingers through the cloth, he knew that Joyce was his for
the taking.

"I want you," Don said. "Not here though. Will you come home with me?" he asked, and Joyce nodded.

They practically ran out the door and into Don's van, and Joyce's uncle
made it to his apartment complex in record time, helped along by Joyce's
hand rubbing his crotch.

Don had spent this morning tidying up the place, hoping he was doing it
for a reason, but Joyce was not interested in his housekeeping. After he
closed and locked the front door his niece was all over him like a
preying mantis.

"Bedroom," Don gasped after their mouths separated, and after they got
there Don said, "Let me see you. I want to see all of you."

Joyce seemed startled by her uncle's request, but she undid her shorts
and slid them down her long, slender legs and then peeled down her
panties, exposing the thick triangle of rich brown hair Don was
expecting and hoping for.

"Saving the best for last?" Don said as he looked at Joyce, who seemed
to have lost all of her nerve all of a sudden as she stood wide-eyed
clad only in her t-shirt.

"The light - can you turn it off?"

"Couldn't see you that way," Don said with a smile, but he did turn the knob to dim the light a bit.

When Don turned back around Joyce had already pulled her shirt off, and
Don was a little disappointed to have missed the unveiling, but not
really since Joyce had her hands across her chest hiding her breasts.

"You're so cute," Don said, peeling off her own shirt and undoing his
belt. "Maybe if I get undressed you'll feel more comfortable."

Don stepped out of his pants, kicked off his socks and then dropped his boxer shorts.

"Not nearly as easy on the eyes as you are, I'm afraid," Don said,
shrugging his shoulders while his erect cock sprang around in front of
him, but while Joyce's wide open eyes followed his bobbing cock her
hands still guarded her breasts. "Let me see how beautiful you are,
honey. Show me."

With a slowness that was almost painful, Joyce lowered her hands, and
the raspy intake of air from Don was the only sound in the room.

He had felt her tiny breast buds before, but seeing them was something
else all together. Joyce's nipples would have looked huge even on a
busty girl, but on breasts that were barely perceptible swells on her
chest, they looked surreal, and the puffy aureolas they were centered on
only added to the visual impact.

"Come to me baby," Don said. "You're so beautiful."

They both took two steps forward and then they embraced while Don's cock
was crushed between them, curled up to his stomach. Joyce's nipples
poked her uncle, the long pegs as hard as diamonds as they pierced the
mat of salt and pepper hair that covered Don's chest.

"Are you a virgin, honey?" Don whispered in his niece's ear.

"No," Joyce answered. "Why?"

"It's just that I think your first should be with someone special," Don said as he eased Joyce down to the bed.

"You are special," Joyce said and she went down on her back, pulling her
uncle up when she started to go down on her. "Now - please."

Don's hand felt the thick bush, and when he felt how wet she was he
moved up between Joyce's rail-thin thighs and brought the head of his
cock to her opening, forcing the knob into the very tight orifice.

Joyce cried out, causing her uncle to stop after the ridge of his plump
glans penetrated his niece, but her hands were on his backside, pulling
him closer and deeper inside of her sex. It hurt, but Joyce wanted it so
badly that she stifled her scream, even though it meant biting into her
Uncle Don's collarbone to do it.

Don Schultz, while aware of Joyce's teeth digging into him, was
oblivious to the pain and instead concentrated all of his efforts on
trying not to cum as Joyce's pussy squeezed his cock like a vice. If she
had told him that she was a virgin, he would have had no problem
believing her.

Don pulled back out after getting half of his manhood into Joyce, and
when he slid back in he probed a little deeper. Joyce was now clawing at
his biceps, her pussy very gradually getting used to the size of the
cock that was impaling her, and while there were tears trickling down
the sides of her face and her eyes were bugging out wide, she looked
ecstatic.

"Omigod omigod omigod!" Joyce was yelling, making Don glad that the
neighbors on the bedroom side of his apartment had moved out.

The sight of his niece wild-eyed and thrashing underneath him, along
with the way her pussy was so gloriously tight around his manhood, made
it obvious to Don that he would not last very long, so he went into
another gear.

The bed was banging into the wall behind the headboard, and he was now
impaling Joyce with the entire length of his member, the sweat from his
head and chest raining down on his niece like a monsoon as he neared
orgasm.

Just when he was about to erupt inside of Joyce she arched her upper
torso off of the bed as only the whites of her eyes were visible, and
then she started bucking wildly on the mattress. Don grabbed Joyce's
wrists and slammed them down on the bedding to hold her down, as it
seemed like his skinny niece was on the verge of throwing them both off
the mattress.

Don came just as Joyce's pussy practically pushed his cock out of her,
and as he leaned into his niece to keep him inside, he was treated to a
series of contractions that served to milk his cock dry as they both
rode their orgasms nuzzled in each other's necks.

Above the bedroom, they heard the sound of the upstairs neighbor
stomping on the floor, and that got them both giggling as Don explained
that it was the same way the old lady sounded when she was walking
around up there anyway.

"That was so amazing," Joyce said as she looked up at Don, who lifted
himself off of his niece while trying to catch his breath. "I think I
made a mess."

Don was aware of the wetness but thought it was the result of them
sweating up a storm, because while it hadn't lasted as long as Don had
wanted, the fact was that he wasn't used to such exercise.

"I think we both did," Don said as he felt his deflating cock begin to
squirm out of his niece, and when it finally slithered out she winced a
little, prompting him to ask if Joyce was okay.

"Never better," Joyce replied with a grin. "I want him back inside me though. That was so good."

"Beyond good," Don said as he rolled off to the side and looked at his
disheveled niece as she sighed and put her hands behind her head and
looked up at the ceiling.

So lithe and lovely, Don noted as he looked at the androgynous creature
beside him, and while he realized that many if not most guys would say
that she needed implants and a few extra pounds, to him Joyce was
beautiful.

The way that her hip bones and ribs showed was mostly due to the fact
that she was on her back, and her position made the tiny swells of her
breast buds completely disappear, but there was no way she could be
mistaken for a boy or a little girl.

The thick triangle of hair that surrounded her sex was proof of her
womanhood, as were the long and plump nipples that were still pointing
upward from their position on the crimson auroelas and also looked
over-sized on their tiny platforms.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Don said as he rolled onto
his hip and let his meaty paw slide up and down Joyce's moist skin.

"If anybody ever heard you say that they would either lock you up or
take away your driver's license until you got glasses," Joyce said with a
giggle.

"I mean it," Don said.

"I know you do," Joyce said, not giggling anymore, and the way her uncle was looking at her convinced her of that.

Maybe I'm not built like other girls, Joyce mused as she enjoyed her
uncle's touch, and when he leaned over and kissed her nipple she sighed.
Some guys like me though, Joyce thought. Liked me just the way I am.
Mr. Arthur did, even though that ended up weird, and now Uncle Don
really likes me like this too.

"Uncle Don!" Joyce giggled as her daydream was interrupted by her uncle,
who had nibbled up from her nipples and had kissed his way into the
deep recess of her underarm.

"Ticklish?" Don asked playfully before going back into the incredibly
deep pocket of his niece's underarm, where the dense coating of 5
o'clock shadow filled the cavern.

"A little. I did shave this morning, believe it or not. I swear. My
armpit hair grows so fast I feel like a werewolf," Joyce explained.

"Doesn't matter a bit to me, and if you are a werewolf I want to make
sure you bite me first," Don said. "You sure would be a furry one if you
didn't though."

"I know."

"I'm really glad that you don't shave down there," Don said as he nodded down toward Joyce's furry delta.

"I did once."

"You did?"

"Yeah. The man I was seeing had me do it," Joyce explained. "It itched
so bad when it grew back in after I stopped shaving it and I swore I
wouldn't do it again."

"Well, count my vote for you just the way you are," Don said. "I can't imagine what you would look like without it."

"Oh, it was something," Joyce said. "Maybe someday I'll show you pictures."

"You have pictures of yourself naked?" Don said.

"Not exactly," Joyce said, and then to change the subject reached over
and lifted her uncle's cock off of the bedding and began stretching the
limp hose out. "Wonder if I can get this big boy pointing at me again?"

"Dunno. Remember, I'm an old man," Don explained, but as Joyce rolled
him onto his back and crawled down to his hip, he added, "But, this
might change things."

***

"I didn't want to do this," Joyce explained before she hit the prompt
that would open up her past for her Uncle Don. "Having said that I admit
that there were times when posing for him made me feel - I dunno -
special.

"You don't have to," Don said but Joyce disagreed.

"The last few days have been so special for me," Joyce explained. "I'm
so in love with you - and I know that nothing will ever come of it
because of the obvious - but I need to show this to somebody and believe
me that I never told a soul about it. Stupid me. I was so naive and so
happy that somebody thought I was sexy, especially somebody older and
well-respected."

"Ready when you are," Don said, and his eyes were on Joyce's long shaking finger as it moved.

"Snappy title huh?" Joyce said as the screen lit up with the bubble gum
colored script trumpeting 'Welcome to Luscious Lolitas' to the people
visiting, and an innocent looking girl licking a gigantic lollipop
beckoning people to tour and hopefully join for $9.99 a month.

"Do they mean that?" Don asked when he saw the blurb proclaiming that
not only did you have to be 18 to tour or join, but all models were 18
with the caveat "believe it or not" added to the disclaimer.

"They have my drivers license on file - a picture of it. Mr. Arthur
snapped it the day after I turned 18," Joyce said. "That along with what
he called my portfolio. All the pictures he took of me."

"And no - I don't pay $10 a month to belong to this," Joyce interjected.
"When you're a featured model you get free access for however long you
want."

"Omigod look!" Don said when he recognized someone very special on one of the entry pages.

"Funny thing is that I do that sometimes," Joyce explained regarding the
shot of her biting her thumb, and even though her hair was in pigtails
her uncle had recognized her right away because the picture was less
that a year old. "Bad habit."

"I'm ashamed to admit this but you look beautiful there," Don admitted,
and then laughed when she saw what her name was under the picture.
"Muffin?"

"Not really," Joyce corrected, and then brought the screen up that
showed the faces of all the Luscious Lolitas - some 60 or so young
looking ladies that members could access. "I just didn't want you to see
the competition."

"No such woman exists," Don assured his niece.

"Now this is going to get a little - no, it's going to get a lot more
graphic once we enter "Muffin's Playhouse," Joyce explained. "Last exit
before the freeway. Still time to bail out..."

Joyce didn't give Don a chance to answer before clicking to enter
"Muffin's Playhouse" which proudly offered 60 photos and a MPEG.

"What's a MPEG?" Don asked.

"A movie," Joyce said. "Sixty seconds that feels like a hour to me when I look at it. Here's the pictures."

The pictures started out very innocently, with a fully clothed Joyce sitting in a room that looked like a schoolgirl's might.

"Mr. Arthur's daughter's room," Joyce explained.

"Good grief."

"She doesn't live there - just visits every other week or so. He got divorced," Joyce told her uncle.

"Are those her clothes you're wearing?"

"No, they were all new things that he bought special for this," Joyce
said of the teenybopper clothes she would be seen taking off through the
series of photos.

"How does he make you look so - young? I mean, the pigtails I understand, but the way these photos were taken you look..."

"I don't look like I'm 6' tall?" Joyce said in finishing the sentence.
"The guy could photograph like a professional, I have to admit. Notice
I'm not near anything that will give you perspective that I'm really as
tall as Big Bird."

"Ooh! Did you really say that?" Don said as a picture of Joyce biting
her lips and looking down at her breasts, with her hands under the
little swells, had a caption along with it.

"My titties are getting big?" Joyce said with a laugh. "No Uncle Don, I
don't think I ever did or ever will say that. Mr. Arthur kept telling me
to stop my nipples from swelling up so they didn't look like they get
when they pop out all the way."

"See how pink my armpits are there?" Joyce said when a picture with her
arms over her head came up. "Mr. Arthur had me keep running the razor
under my arms even after I had shaved. They do look smooth though. Now
things get a little more..."

"Oh."

"Warned you," Joyce said as the pictures of her totally naked started coming up, except for the brightly striped socks.

"I have to admit something," Don confessed. "Up until now I had a raging
hard-on. Even though that's you there, I don't - I mean it does nothing
for me. You look beautiful except it's just not for me."

"And the next month or so was hell," Joyce confessed as she looked at
herself with her pussy completely shaved, with nothing around her
glistening labia except smooth skin. "I was scratching like a hound, and
no I didn't say I was 'waiting for hair to grow down there like my big
sister' like it says. I might have a long time ago though."

"Just a few pictures," Joyce explained as she brought the mouse over to a
prompt that would bring you to the 'Muffin's naughty secrets - don't
tell on me!' section.

"That's Mr. Arthur?" Don said of the picture of a man from the waist
down, his erection waving in front of him while Joyce knelt there and
recoiling as if in horror from the sight of it.

"Yeah, not his face though you notice," Joyce explained. "Only one face in Muffin's naughty secrets. Mine."

"Your acting - you look like a silent films actress there with the shocked face."

"Back then this cock did look big to me," Joyce said. "Since I had seen
very few before he came into my life I had nothing to compare it with.
Not proud of the rest here but you need to see them."

Don recoiled himself when the last few pictures came up, the sight of
Joyce looking bug-eyed as the picture taken from the teacher's angle
showed his erection inches from her mouth making him cringe, and then he
looked away when he saw the one with his niece's lips halfway down the
shaft.

The last one, of Joyce's face in a close up with semen coming out of the
corners of her mouth, disappeared from the screen quickly but not quick
enough for Don.

"Hate me?"

"Of course not. After what we've been doing together I have no right to
judge, but these moments were private things - or should have been
private things," Don said. "You did them of your own choice though?"

"Afraid so. I was in love, or thought I was. He made me feel sexy, and although he used me, I allowed it."

"Chalk it up to experience," Don said. "If there were cameras and
websites like this when I was young? Well, let's just say I'm glad there
weren't."

"One more thing you have to see," Joyce said. "There is absolutely
positively nothing else like this with me in it anywhere in the world. I
swear."

This little snippet of a movie, taken with a stationary camera, was a
couple of very short segments. The first showed Joyce on her knees
giving the headless teacher oral sex while he said largely inaudible
things.

The second segment showed Joyce - almost unrecognizable - as she
straddled her teacher's erection while facing the camera. Joyce lowered
herself down on the teacher's cock, and after going up and down a few
times she lifted herself up and grabbed the guy's cock as it started to
erupt all over the place, and after she jerked him off for a few seconds
it was over.

"There's a reason I showed you all this," Joyce said as she brought the screen back to the entry page.

"Other than wanting to make me cry?" Don said only half-kidding, because his eyes had watered up.

"Yeah. The first thing was so you know that while Mom and Dad think I'm
the queen of the nerds, I've had my moments," Joyce explained. "So when
you get those feelings like you sometimes do - and don't deny it either -
that you're taking advantage of me or anything when we make love? You
aren't, so get over it."

"Understood."

"The second thing was that I don't want you to be blindsided in case any
of this ever comes up. If somebody comes up to you and says that you
have a slut from a porn site working for you - or is related to you -
you'll have an idea where it's coming from."

"I doubt very much that many people have ever seen this site. There's a
million of them out there and the chances that anybody in our sleepy
little puritan community will see this are pretty slim, don't you think
babe?"

"The first week I started behind the counter I was waiting on this guy
and he kept looking at my chest," Joyce recounted. "I don't get much of
that but then I saw that he was looking at my name tag. I gave him his
milkshake and after he got his change he was looking at me weird. I
asked if there was anything else and he goes, 'Muffin?'"

"Oh."

"I managed to stay calm - not like my acting in the picture - and played
dumb. I said something like we don't have muffins or any food except
hot dogs, and he walked away but that freaked me out so I hide in the
back a whole lot since then. Haven't seen him since but if that's any
indication it won't be the last time because once it's on the Internet
it's out there forever. Now you know."

"Don't worry about me. It's you I'm worried about," Don said. "I think
you played it right. Play ignorant and deny everything. Pretend you're a
politician."

"That's my plan. Seen enough? Oh wait. One more section. You have to
read my fan mail - it's called Muffin's Mailbox where guys - and even a
couple of supposed women - can write to tell me what they think of me.
Some of the notes are cute and some is scary and some is just nasty."

"Herb in Hoboken says he wants to fuck everyone of my holes," Joyce
cackled as she read. "And Scorpio3000 says he loves me so much and prays
my titties will never grow. Guess praying works sometimes, at least for
Scorpio."

"Good grief," Don said. "Some of these are..."

"Freaky?" Joyce asked. "I know. A lot of guys showing me their dick
telling me to dump that guy I'm in the movie with, and some of them
complaining that I'm a big nosed geek. Here - this guy says that I'm so
ugly he wouldn't fuck me with somebody else's dick."

"She ain't gots no tits?" Don read and roared at the illiterate who then signed his name 'Kieth'.

"Kept me from getting a big head," Joyce admitted, and before she left
Muffin's Mailbox she found her favorite and read it aloud.

"My husband wants me to give you a massage. Get you all nice and oily
and rub my jugs over your precious little breasts, and then have you sit
on my face so I can lick your tiny pink asshole while my husband puts
his very thick 7" into your sweet honeypot. Then after he comes I'll
suck his seed out of your pussy. If I miss some and you get pregnant
we'll have you move into our house and we'll all raise our baby."

"Astrid even left her email address for you," Don observed.

"Pass, but at least their defiling of me was nicely written," Joyce commented.

"is there a pubic hair anywhere on this site?" Don asked as they skimmed some other sections before they logged out.

"I don't think so."

"Not for me," Don said as he wrapped his arms around his niece and
hugged her tight. "I confess to having a fetish for small breasted
women..."

"Flat chested ones too," Joyce interjected as her uncle's hands reached around and massaged the swells.

"That too, but I also like a nice bush down below."

"That I have, in spades," Joyce noted.

"Before we put this to rest forever," Don asked. "Whatever happened to the teacher? Did you dump him?"

"Yeah. The next time I saw him after those pictures showed up on the
website and he showed them to me, when I got to his place there were a
couple of other people there. A frizzy haired redhead about my age with
gigantic tits and this big black guy who looked like King Kong. Mr.
Arthur tells me that he was so happy with the way things turned out with
the other pictures that he wants to take some more with his friends,"
Joyce explained. "I flew out the door so fast you wouldn't believe it.
Lucky for me my report card was already out. Haven't seen him since and
he finally stopped calling me"

"And that perv's loss is my gain," Don said. "As for the website,
Muffin's Playhouse gets an A+ for me up until the camera goes below the
waist."

"And a razor will never go down there again, I guarantee you," Joyce
said as she was brought away from the computer and deposited on the bed.

"Thank you," Don said as he climbed up over his niece, pinned her arms
down over her head and smothered her breasts with affection before
sucking on the swollen nipples and nibbling over to Joyce's cavernous
armpits. "And if you don't ever shave these that's fine with me too."

"Ooh!" Joyce cooed as her Uncle Don kissed his way through the valley of
seedlings. "Sometimes in winter I let them go for a while, but you
won't believe how hairy they get. What do you say to that?"

"I say that I know what I want for Christmas, Don said as he brought his
manhood into the lush forest and slipped the head between the moist
labia. "I want you."

Mittwoch, 14. Oktober 2015

This
wasn't right, none of it, and if I ever heard one of my friends tell me
they did sometimes like this to their own flesh and blood I would have
called them depraved. That's what happens when you get lonely, I guess.

I suppose it doesn't help that even though I'm 66 years old, I can still
get it up. Not many of my friends can still, I suspect, but I can and
do, and it's a rare day that doesn't find me popping a load while
reading an erotic story.

Not just any story either. I've come to enjoy the ones in the Incest
category, and while this is a recent interest of mine, I've been making
up for lost time. Those stories about grandfathers and their
granddaughters really get my juices flowing, if you know what I mean.

I like the tales that are more like real life, because while most young
ladies are cute in their own way, not that many are the ravishing
beauties depicted in many stories, and that lack of realism makes me
lose interest.

My granddaughter Virginia is real. She likes to be called Ginny, so
nobody calls her Virginia unless they are mad at her, and I guess she's
like most 18 year old girls these days. She's moody and mouthy and likes
to give my daughter a hard time when she doesn't get her own way.

I feel sorry for my daughter, who got dumped by her husband a few years
ago and became both father and mother to Ginny. Because I live fairly
close by and being a retired widower with a lot of time on my hands, I
like to help out when I can.

That was how I found myself in the position I'm in now. I went over to
their place one weekday afternoon at the start of summer last year. They
had screens that needed to get into windows, so because it was a nice
day I drove over with nothing but the best intentions.

Well, maybe not all of my intentions were honorable. There was always
the chance that Ginny would be in the swimming pool, if they had even
bothered to open up the old above ground thing for the season.

Ginny has dark brown hair cut really short, almost mannish looking, and I
think many people suspect that she might be a lesbian. Ginny isn't
exactly blessed with a knockout figure either. That much I knew in
watching her develop from a child to a young woman. She's a little
plump, with her bottom a bit larger than her top, but that was alright
with me.

I suppose that it isn't that unusual for a grandfather to notice things
like that, in a perfectly innocent way. My frequent visits to their home
has led me to learn a lot of things that grandfathers don't know
though. Maybe shouldn't know. I tend to do a little snooping when I'm
there.

Ginny wears 38C bras and her pantie size is 8, which translates into an
XL. She uses Tampax Pearl Tampons, Teen Spirit Pink Crush deodorant,
Venus Embrace Razors and Silky Smooth Shave Gel. She likes these
Twilight books and movies and seems to have a crush on some guy named
Zac Efron, and who he is or what he does I have no idea.

Ginny's also a bit of a tease. I've caught her several times giving me
little peeks down her blouse, 'accidentally' of course, and I know she's
caught me taking her up on her not-too-subtle flirting by looking at
what she wants me to see.

I also know one other thing about Ginny that a grandfather shouldn't know. She loves to suck cock.

How do I know that? Simple. I saw her, and judging by what I saw, it was
obvious that my granddaughter is no lesbian and that it wasn't the
first time a cock had passed between those full red lips of hers.

It was on that day that I went to install their screen windows. After
pulling into the driveway I headed to the garage where they kept the
screens during the winter. I noted that the cover was still on the pool,
which meant that there would be no glimpses of my cherubic
granddaughter in her bathing suit that day.

I remember reaching for the knob on the side door of the garage when I
froze in my tracks. My hearing isn't all that great, but it was good
enough to pick up the unmistakable sounds of a guy having a lot of fun.

Having made those noises quite a lot over the years, although not in
recent memory, the groaning and moaning got my attention so I took a few
steps around to the back of the garage, not knowing what I would find.

Stopping dead in my tracks when I reached the edge of the back wall, I
was treated to the sight of some young guy I didn't know leaning against
the back wall of the shed. He looked a little like Maynard G. Krebs to
me, skinny, long haired and a bit disheveled, and his pants and
underwear were down around his calves.

The girl kneeling before him - her I knew. My precious granddaughter
Ginny, who was on her knees in the dirt, fully clothed, was moving her
mouth on this guy's cock like a pro, slamming the guy back into the
garage wall every time her mouth pushed forward.

"Suck that cock Ginny!" the kid sneered. "Take it all!"

What did I do during all of this? What I wanted to do was go over and
get in line for some of that action. Ginny was deep-throating the guy,
and even though it didn't look like that was a whole lot there to suck,
she took every centimeter of it.

What I did was take out this fancy little gadget - one of this things
that you can not only load music onto, but can tell you the temperature
in London or what the stock market is doing. It also takes pictures, and
that what I did until the guy popped his load. Ginny took the spunk in
her mouth too, although she spit it out onto the dirt after he was done.

I ducked back out of sight before they noticed me watching, and I
managed to look like I was just arriving when the two lovebirds came out
from back there. After they said hello and walked past me I heard the
kid tell Ginny that they were lucky they didn't get caught while I went
about the business of putting those screens up.

When I got back to my place I made a few prints of the pictures that
came out the best and I had to admit that they didn't come out bad. The
best part was that although you couldn't see the kids face in the
photos, there was no mistaking my granddaughter, which was all I cared
about.

***

"Where's your boyfriend... what's his name?" I asked, having forgotten
the name of the boy Ginny had introduced me to yesterday in passing.

"Kevin?" Ginny said. "He's working. Not really my boyfriend though."

"Oh really?" I said while following Ginny out to the garage, having lured her out there on a bullshit premise.

Ginny was wearing a red tank top that allowed me a bit of a view of the
tops of her tits, and white shorts that were snug on her full butt.
Ginny's legs were plump but shapely, and I wondered how they would feel
wrapped around my hips.

"Because yesterday," I said while moving in front of my granddaughter as
we reached the garage, and she seemed confused when I herded her out
behind the shed. "You sure looked like you were really close. See?"

I handed Ginny one of the pictures I had in an envelope, and when she
looked at it the expression on her face was priceless as she gaped at
the image of herself on her knees in virtually the same spot we were.

After looking back and forth at the picture and at me looking
grandfatherly and kind, she ripped up the picture. I wasn't surprised,
although that photo paper is kind of expensive, but it didn't matter
because I had plenty more in addition to having the images stored on my
computer.

"Ginny," I said with an air of grandfatherly disapproval. "That's not
nice. You looked so cute there. It doesn't matter, because there's more
where that came from."

"Here," I continued while handing my flustered granddaughter another
photo. "This one is even better. You can see your rosy red cheeks
clearly. I've got this one as a screen saver on my computer. You're got
his nuts on your chin."

Ginny's lower lip started quivering and her eyes welled up with tears.
It was a touching sight, and for some reason I also found it arousing.

"Gonna give them to Mom?" Ginny sniffed.

"Why would I do that?" I said. "I was young once myself and I remember what it was like to be horny all the time."

"Still feel that way a lot, you know?" I said as I looked down on Ginny,
who was about a foot shorter than my 6'1" height, and when I put my
long weathered fingers on her plump round shoulder she jumped.

"Then what..."

"Take off your blouse."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take off your blouse and then take off your bra," I said
while taking a step back and leaning on the very wall my granddaughter
had pinned her friend yesterday. "Rather hot out today anyway."

"What?" Ginny snapped. "You gonna blackmail me?"

"I didn't say that. I just want to see your tits," I snickered. "I'm
sure Kevin's seen them. It's not like you're a kid anymore. You're 18."

"You're my grandfather," Ginny huffed.

"I know," I said. "Makes it sound even nastier, doesn't it? I think you
want me to see what a big girl you are now - show Grandpa those 38C's of
yours."

Ginny stood open-mouthed, her head slowly moving back and forth as she
tried to comprehend what was happening, and how her grandfather knew
what size bra she wore. Clearly, I had no intention of blackmailing my
granddaughter, but I suspected that she might use that line of reasoning
to justify something that might actually be arousing to her deep
inside.

"Here?" Ginny squeaked.

"Why not?" I suggested, pointing out that there was no way anyone could
see back there. "Besides, this spot is kind of erotic, don't you think."

"I'm waiting," I said after a moment of us staring at each other.

"You - you aren't going to take pictures of me, are you?"

"No Ginny," I said as she pulled the bottom of her tank top out from
under her shorts. "That's it - no - don't turn around while you take it
off. I want to watch."

My heart was racing as Ginny lifted the top up, exposing her fleshy
belly and then the bra that housed her breasts. With her arms raised up
briefly, I noticed the faint 5 o'clock shadow that completely coated the
deep hollows of her armpits, and I wondered whether that indicated
Ginny had a really hairy pussy too.

"Nice, honey," I said. "Now the bra."

Ginny screwed up her face at my request, but I didn't rush her, instead
checking out the ample cleavage that her bra revealed, and it was then
that I realized that she should go out and buy some new bras, since she
was crammed into that 38C.

"Come now Virginia," I said, enjoying her reaction to my using her full
name. "You certainly have no reason to be embarrassed, seeing as how
well endowed you are. Maybe some day we can go get you fitted for some
new brassieres. I'll bet you're at least a D cup now, and it's a shame
to have all of that natural beauty squeezed into ill-fitting garments."

The thought of taking Ginny into some woman's foundations store and
watching some lesbian clerk fitting her for bras while subtly pawing at
her tits - I think that was from a story I read at literotica - made my
cock twitch.

"That's it," I said while watching Ginny reach back and struggle with
the hooks before the harness lurched forward as her breasts came free.

"Gorgeous," I whispered as Ginny pulled the straps off of her shoulders
and held the bra at her side, allowing me the unobstructed view of a
great pair of tits. "Look at those nipples of yours!"

While Ginny's full breasts were amazing, what capped them off was even
better. Her aureoles were the circumference of drink coasters, the
crimson nipples in their centers were like bullets, and those pegs
seemed to be growing longer and thicker as I spoke.

"Grandpa," Ginny gasped when my hand came up to feel the giving flesh,
and as her nipples burned my palm my heart did a little dance that made
my knees tremble.

"Ssh - you love it," I said softly. "You know you love it. Maybe not as much as I do, but still..."

I loved her just the way she was, but if my granddaughter ever hit the
gym and lost a little of the baby fat that was on her thick waist, she
would be an absolute knockout.

I kneaded her breasts, reveling in their natural softness, and then
stepped away to look around the corner of the garage, just to make sure
nobody was coming.

"No no," I said, stopping Ginny when she seemed to be thinking that we
were done. "We're going to stay back here. There's something I want you
to do for me."

"Please Grandpa," Ginny whined as she watched me undo my belt, and my
baggy trousers fell to the ground before I even undid the clasp.

"Don't whine honey," I said, pausing before unsnapping by boxer shorts.
"All I want is what you gave Kevin yesterday. I love you way more than
he does, and besides, judging by the way you sucked his cock that was
far from the first one you've gobbled."

I smiled benevolently as the snap popped open, and I reveled in watching
Ginny's reaction at what she saw when my faded beige boxers hit the
ground. It was the double-take that sent shivers through my body, and
though my granddaughter had turned away initially, her head jerked back
as I exposed myself.

"What's the matter honey?" I cooed sympathetically, knowing that it
wasn't my knobby knees that made her do that precious double-take. "I
like the shy act but we both know you've seen plenty of these before."

"Not like that," Ginny mumbled, having given up trying to hide her stare, and her reaction made my cock begin to get aroused.

"What? You mean me not being circumcised?" I suggested while reaching
down and sliding back the foreskin to expose the plum-sized glans
beneath.

"No," Ginny said, dismissing my suggestion that she wasn't aware of the
male anatomy while watching my hand slid slowly up and down what would
soon be 9 or so inches of thick flesh pointed at her when fully
engorged. "You know."

"No, I don't know, honey," I said feigning interested at what it was
that had startled her so, and even though it was something that I had
enjoyed every time it happened through my life, I never got tired of it.

"Your cock is fucking huge."

I chose not to chastise my granddaughter for her salty language, and
also feigned surprise that my cock was anything out of the ordinary
while pulling on my dangling hose innocently. In fact, I was rather
aroused already, as well as being much more of a 'show-er' than a
grower, so that the 9" cock she was gawking at wouldn't grow much at all
after it got fully hard.

"Nothing to be afraid of honey," I said as I put my hand on her round
shoulder where the bra strap had formed a groove, and as I eased my
granddaughter down to her knees I added, "Been a long time for your old
Grandpa."

Holding my cock in my right hand and the back of Ginny's head in my
left, I started to bring them closer together, until the tip of my cock
was against Ginny's pouting face, and I pressed forward, telling her to
part those lips and give me what she gave Kevin.

"Skin it back," I said, but Ginny was already doing just that, and her
lips slid along the head and partway down the shaft, not stopping until
almost half of my cock was wet with her saliva. "Good girl. That's my
Ginny."

The tearful reactions and the way she had behaved earlier - that was
long gone. Maybe it was just an act, I thought. Maybe she was playing
with me all along just to see if it would make me want her more. If so,
like George once said, mission accomplished.

I loved the way she was glance up at my occasionally, and she was go
down even further when I smiled my approval. It was feeling too good for
me to last very long, but I tried my best to stay control.

"You aren't going to spit it out after I cum like you did Kevin, are
you?" I asked. "Gonna cum soon and I want you to swallow it."

"No!" Ginny said, pulling her face away from my cock, and I was about to
tell her, fine, if you don't want to that's fine, but that wasn't way.

"Fuck me, Grandpa," Ginny said as she scrambled to her feet and dragged
me into the garage, and after she yanked her shorts down her plump
shapely legs and pulled down her panties, I learned that Ginny had a
nice hairy pussy indeed.

Wet too, I discovered when my hand raked through the thick muff, but
Ginny wasn't interested in much foreplay because she was bringing me
over to the back of the garage where an old chair sat. Ginny knelt on
the arm and bent over to grab the other arm with her hands.

"You seem to have used this before," I snickered as I looked at Ginny's
plump ass, and as I spread her cheeks I saw that the hair grew right up
to her asshole. "Hairy little thing aren't you? Want it up the ass?"

"No. My cunt, Grandpa," she grunted when I dipped my finger in her anus for a moment. "Give it to me in the pussy. Hard!"

I brought my cock up between her legs and without ceremony leaned into
her, making the little girl squeal as I forced my cock into her tight
pussy. I forced myself to look away as I pushed all of my cock into her
before beginning to thrust in and out.

I looked at the gardening tools in the corner, the pile of newspapers to
be recycled and just about anything but Ginny, who was making it tough
enough by talking dirty and making a lot of noise. Finally I gave up and
began pounding into Ginny as hard as I could, making the chair bounce
and causing Ginny's chubby butt to jiggle.

I held onto her fleshy hips as she announced that she was about to
orgasm. Actually, what she said was, "Fucking cumming!" and she didn't
say it either, but screamed it, making me hope that no neighbors were
home.

She came just in time because I was about to myself, and when she came
her pussy savagely crushed my cock and made me start to ejaculate inside
of her. After a few spurts it struck me that there was a chance I could
still fire live rounds, but by then it was too late so I leaned over
and reached under my granddaughter, squeezing her jugs as they dangled
below her until I was spent.

"That was good, Grandpa," Ginny said as we untangled.

"Yes," I wheezed as I stepped back and leaned against the wall while Ginny looked around for her clothes.

"Damn Grandpa," Ginny muttered as she reached down and scooped the cum
that was oozing out of her pussy with her hand, shaking it on the ground
and laughing as more drooled out and hung on her pubic hair. "You
really shot a load in me."

"You can't get - you know?" I asked.

"No," she said while musing. "That would be something though, wouldn't it?"

"That chair," I said. "You seemed to have mastered that maneuver."

"Yeah, you're tall enough," Ginny said. "And you older dudes like to
fuck standing up I guess. Easier on the back and it makes you feel more
like a predator. What, you thought I was a virgin or something? I was
just playing with you before. Not easy playing innocent. I've wanted you
for a long time."

"No, I - well I don't know."

"Yours is the biggest one I've had though," Ginny admitted. "No way would I take you in the ass, at least not sober."

"Oldest one too," I said while trying to get my pants on.

"Um - how old are you?" she asked while thinking. "66? Yeah, I think you're the oldest."

"You've been with other old guys?" I asked.

"Not nice to fuck and tell," Ginny said. "Need help with that?"

"No, I'm okay," I said as the pants finally came up and we made our way out of the garage.

"If you liked it and want more, give me a call," Ginny said before I went on my way, and I told her I would.

That was a year ago, and I've made that call over a dozen times. Only
once was Ginny not agreeable, and when she told me the reason why, I
told her that I didn't about that and would have that chair cleaned.

I did too, and I don't know if her mother noticed that old chair was
professionally cleaned or not, but it makes it nicer for me and Ginny,
and for whoever else uses it I suppose, but I'm not jealous because at
my age there is no way I could keep Ginny satisfied. Maybe no one man
could.

I'm going over this afternoon because it was her 19th birthday recently,
and when I asked her what she wanted she told me. I don't know who was
more surprised when I said yes, me or Ginny, when she told me that she
wanted two men for her birthday.

"Two Grandpas at once," Ginny declared.

She wanted me and this other old guy, who is also a grandfather but not
Ginny's, to have our way with her on the chair. She wants one of us to
fuck her from behind while she sucks on the other's cock, and then
change places.

Ginny also wants us to DP her, although I don't know how we could work
that in the chair. We may have to use a bed for that. She explained that
because his cock isn't as big or thick as mine he wants the other guy
to do her ass while I'm in her pussy.

I'm all for it, but had asked Ginny to please not tell the other old guy
that I'm her grandfather because it would make me feel - perverted.

"Oops!" Ginny had said. "Too late."

"Oh gee," I said, wondering how I would look this other guy in the eye
with him knowing what I was doing to my own flesh and blood.

"His granddaughter is away at college, halfway across the country, so he
doesn't get to do her except around the holidays and vacations," Ginny
explained.

"You mean he..."

"Yeah, and he's been doing her for a long time," Ginny said. "Think of
all the years we missed out on. And if this works out with us three he
said he would like to have his granddaughter join us when she gets home
for vacation. She's a skinny blonde who is smoking hot. Would you like
that - a foursome? You like to see me eat pussy?"

"What is this world coming to?" I asked. "Is every grandfather diddling their granddaughters?"

"Yeah, isn't it great?" Ginny giggled.

"I guess," I had said, and while I'm going to Ginny's garage confused, I'm still going.

Mittwoch, 7. Oktober 2015

"Told you I'd come
visit you tonight," Arthur Preston whispered as he slid under the sheet
and slid next to his granddaughter Lisa, and although the single bed made for
cramped quarters, as Lisa's grandfather moved against the skinny teen the snug
fit suited the frisky senior citizen just fine.

"What if Mom or Dad come in?" Lisa asked as he felt her grandfather's
hand on her shoulder.

"They won't," he assured his granddaughter, who made no move to stop
his hand as it came off of her shoulder and moved toward her breast.

...

She hadn't stopped him out in the kitchen earlier in the evening, when he
followed her out there to get a drink during the movie they had been watching,
although she had been shocked when he came up behind her at the sink.

"You're way sexier that that girl in the movie," Arthur had said,
referring to some little tramp that was starring in one of those steamy movies
the whole family had been watching, and when he leaned up next to the nubile 18
year old and brought his arms around her to grab her breasts through her
t-shirt, all she did was gasp in response.

"Grandpa," Lisa whispered as his hand went down under her t-shirt and
burrowed upward, slipping right under her bra and easing it upward, replacing
her lightly padded bra cups with his weathered hands while he nuzzled her neck
under her light brown hair.

"Nice," her grandfather had said, surprised at first when he
discovered how small Lisa's breasts were, but as he kneaded the lemon-sized
titties and felt her nipples blossom under his touch, it didn't matter.
"Can't you tell what you do to me? Do you feel it?"

Lisa nodded as he took a deep breath through her clenched teeth as her
grandfather ground his crotch into Lisa's backside, making her quite aware of
his erection.

"Tonight, after everybody goes to sleep," her grandfather hissed
softly into her ear, nibbling her lobe as her soft, light brown hair buffeted
his cheek and her sweet cheap perfume filled his senses. "I'm going to
come visit you in bed. Okay?"

Lisa said nothing, and as her grandfather plucked at her breast buds he sighed
and said, "I take that as a yes."

As suddenly as he had approached Lisa, he left, returning to the living room to
watch the rest of the movie with his son-in-law and their wives. Lisa rejoined
them, and Arthur was pleased when Lisa exchanged glances with him.

Her nipples were still popped out with the bumps visible through both layers of
her clothes, and Arthur wondered if her parents had any clue about what was
going to happen after the movie ended and they went to sleep.

It wasn't my fault, Arthur concluded. Lisa had been asking for it, at least
that was the way it seemed to him. Wearing all of those skimpy tops and giving
him peeks down the front when she would bend over. He might indeed be old, but
not dead, at least down there. Far from it.

...

Lisa was wearing a long tank top and nothing else, so when Arthur's hand went
to her breast through the baggy armhole of the top his grope found nothing but
flesh, and like in the kitchen before, Lisa's little nipple got hard instantly.

"I love your titties, honey," her grandfather said as he massaged the
breast before working his hand out from the armhole and pulling up the bottom
of her nightshirt, letting his hand land on her flat tummy and moving it as
slowly as he could toward, trying to make the moment last.

Arthur's long, bony fingers went over the pert belly button, and then her hand
felt the exquisite softness of her bush.

"You don't have much hair down there, do you Lisa," Arthur asked as
he toyed with the impossibly soft wisp of fur that lined her sex. "Do you
shave down here?"

"No," Lisa whimpered, her body shivering as she felt her
grandfather's fingers slide over her labia.

"So soft," Arthur said. "Are you a virgin, honey?"

"No," came Lisa's reply, her voice quivering under her Grandpa's
hand.

"How many boys have you had?"

"Just one," Lisa whispered, her voice ragged as her grandfather's
finger slid along the lips of her sex. "Prom night."

"Was it good for you?" Arthur grunted as he thought about the crude
coupling that must have taken place. "Did you like his cock in you?"

"No - it hurt."

"Did he have a big cock?" he asked, dipping his finger into Lisa's
dripping pussy. "He must have been bigger than the toy in your
dresser."

"Huh?"

"Couldn't help myself," Lisa's grandfather said as he dipped the tip
of his index finger inside of her sex, causing her to let out a whimper as he
told of his spying on her. "Young girls growing up fascinate me, and now
that you're 18 I wanted to take a peek to see what you were up to. You put that
dildo in your little pussy? That black thing?"

"Yes... ooh!"

"Why did you get a black one? Was the boy who fucked you black?"

"No."

"You've played around with other guys though," her grandfather asked.
"Sucked on guys cocks?"

"Will you tell my Dad and Mom?" Lisa gasped.

"Of course not honey," Arthur said, sliding his finger deep into
Lisa, and savoring the tightness that had not been affected by the rubbery cock
Lisa had stashed in her dresser. "This is all between you and me."

"Yes. I have."

"How many?" He asked, and when Lisa said four he added, "Lucky
guys. All boys your age?"

"Yeah, except for one guy - he was older."

"You like sucking cock, honey?"

"Yes."

"Let's get this shirt off of you," Arthur said, and without her
fighting he tugged it up his granddaughter with ease. "There we go. You
smell so nice."

Lisa's grandfather nibbled on her now exposed nipple, and while her hands were
momentarily tangled up in the shirt up by the headboard, his lips kissed their
way up her side and under her arm, his tongue gliding lightly through a moist
and lightly scented armpit that was as smooth as butter.

"Ohhh," Lisa shuddered.

"Like that?" her grandfather asked and after she nodded he added,
"So does Grandpa. Here."

Arthur released the grip he had on Lisa's wrists, and after reaching down and
unsnapping his pajamas, brought Lisa's hand down to his cock.

"Huh?" Lisa grunted, startled when her hand got placed on his fully
engorged organ, and her grandfather kept his grip on her wrist after she had
pulled away.

"There," Arthur sighed as he pushed his granddaughter's hand back on
the base of his erection. "Nothing to be afraid of. Feel how hard I
am?" he asked. "Stroke it. Squeeze it hard. Not bad for a 70 year old
man, huh?"

"It's so big," Lisa whimpered as her fingers tried and failed to
encircle the shaft, and the feel of her hand trembling made the cock surge as a
result.

"Bigger than the boy you had sex with?"

"Omigod yes," Lisa gasped.

"Here," Arthur said. "Now slide your hand up. That's it."

Arthur guided his granddaughter's hand slowly up the entire length of his
organ, reveling in the confused sounds she made as her hand kept going and
going until she finally reached the tip.

"It's really big," Lisa managed to mumble as her finger rubbed the
opening of her grandfather's drooling cock.

"I know," Arthur said.

"Do you want me to - you know - suck on it?"

"Yes, but I want to do something to you first, because I think I've gotten
you really horny, haven't I? You're really wet," Arthur mused as he
reluctantly pulled away from Lisa's hand and sat up, pulling the sheet away before
crawling down to examine her sex.

His eyes having adjusted to the murky darkness, he looked down between his
granddaughter's legs at the little wisp of hair his hand had been playing with
before parting her thighs and getting his creaking body to get down between
those legs.

The smell of her pussy was overpowering as her legs opened up, the aroused
state making Lisa's pussy wet and pungent, and the dewy down that greeted
Arthur's cheeks was as soft as a cloud when his tongue made contact with his granddaughter's
clit.

Lisa's thighs clamped the head between them hard as the experienced tongue
danced around her sensitive pearl, and even though his ears were covered Arthur
could hear Lisa trying desperately to keep quiet as her orgasm roared through her
body.

Her body thrashed around as she came, with Arthur holding her down as she
bucked and squirmed, and after her orgasm ended her body still trembled with
aftershocks as her grandfather raised up from Lisa's pussy and knee-walked up
between her spread thighs.

"Got to have you," Arthur grunted as he brought the tip of his cock
to her dripping pussy.

"No," Lisa whimpered, but Arthur was too inflamed to hear her.

"You know you want it," he hissed as he pushed the bulbous knob of
his manhood into his granddaughter, and stifled her squeal at the entrance of
his glans through the narrow opening. "Ssh!"

"Damn, you're tight!" Arthur hissed as he tried to get in deeper,
only to find his granddaughter's pussy too tight, her nerves no doubt a part of
it. "Relax."

"Too big," Lisa cried softly. "It hurts."

Arthur contented himself with sliding the head of his cock in and out of his
granddaughter, with Lisa letting out little gasps with each thrust until he
felt himself coming, shooting his seed into her pussy when he could hold back
no longer.

"Sorry," Lisa said as she looked up at her grandfather as he knelt
between her legs, her eyes going to the now-spent cock that swayed around her
sex, the organ still enormous even now that it was flaccid. "It really hurt."

"You'll get used to it, honey," he said as he rolled down beside
Lisa.

"You didn't wear - you know - a rubber," Lisa said as she rolled onto
her side, her hand going to the limp cock that was hanging on her grandfather's
hip.

"Aren't you on the pill?"

"No."

"Well, I don't think I'm still firing live rounds at my age," he
chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling, enjoying the feel of his granddaughter
hand gently stroking his cock.

"Didn't mean to be a baby," Lisa said. "I was scared."

Lisa reached over and turned on the lamp next to her bed, the low setting
providing enough illumination for Lisa to see what she was holding that had
violated her, and her grandfather chuckled when he saw her reaction.

"Oh man," Lisa whispered as she looked at the long beige hose, her
finger tracing the outline of the head of the cock, now hidden by the foreskin.

"Keep stroking it honey," Arthur said. "And tell me when you
started thinking about me."

"Huh?" Lisa said.

"The way you've been since we got up here," he said. "You've
always been so shy and everything. Don't you think I noticed the way you were
teasing me? Letting me look down your blouse?"

"Cathy," Lisa said.

"Who? You mean that chubby girl who was with you when we arrived?"

"Yeah," Lisa said as she kept rubbing her hand along the underside of
her grandfather's cock, which she had pulled up to rest on his stomach.
"She told me about how good it was."

"How good what was?"

"Sex with your grandfather," Lisa explained. "Cathy - she's been
letting her grandfather do her for a while. She said that older guys do it
better than guys our age. Then when you showed up she told me to check you out,
because she had you had a big one. You could see it even though your pants are
baggy."

"Didn't know it was going to be this big though," Lisa mused.
"You're getting hard again."

"Modern medicine works wonders," Arthur sighed as he felt his cock
stir to life. "Although you have something to do with it too. Plus,
thinking about you and your friend turns me on too. Do you two ever play
around?"

"Grandpa!" Lisa giggled.

"Don't blame you if you did," Arthur said. "That would be fun,
being with you two in bed."

"Oh gee," Lisa said. "You would do that?"

"Sure," her grandfather declared. "Think I could handle you
two?"

"I can't even handle you," Lisa tittered before freezing as the sound
of footsteps in the hallway made them both hold their breath before the
bathroom door closed out in the hall. "I think my pussy is too small.
Cathy - I bet she could handle this. She's done it with way more guys than
me."

"It was just nerves honey," Arthur said. "Next time you'll do
better."

"I was just imagining Grandma," Lisa whispered. "She's even
littler than me."

"And she does fine," Arthur said. "Not as much as I like it, but
she does it. Even does it another way every once in a while."

"You mean?" Lisa said as she stared at the erection she was holding
upright. "No way! She takes you in the ass?"

"On special occasions,' Arthur chuckled. "Maybe some day we'll do
it."

"No way."

"Want to try again?" Arthur said, and Lisa nodded, jumping off the
bed to her desk before running back with a plastic ruler in her hand.

"Want to see how big it is," Lisa giggled as she held the pink
measuring stick along the underside of her grandfather's cock. "Cathy
won't believe it. Holy shit! Your cock is almost a foot long."

"I don't think you measure it way down where you had the ruler,"
Arthur explained with a chuckle. "I do want to get at least 6 inches of it
in that sweet pussy of yours, but this time I'll get you ready for it."

"There," Arthur was saying as he slid the rubbery dildo into Lisa's
cum-filled orifice.

After getting Lisa's toy out of the drawer he had seen it in earlier, he had
lubed it up and worked it into his granddaughter's pussy, enjoying her biting
the pillow while he loosened her up.

Lisa was thrusting up her pouting mound at the 7" toy, the tiny wisp of
golden fleece making the black tool seem even bigger, and as Arthur used some
of the lotion on his throbbing erection he knew the time was right.

Yanking the dildo out, he tossed it aside and climbed in between his
granddaughter's thighs again, and while it wasn't all that easy, when he push
this time he managed to squeeze more than the head of his cock in.

Lisa's stifled squeal sent a chill down Arthur spine as he pushed further
inside her vice-like pussy, and when he looked down he saw that she had taken
about half of it in.

"Good girl," he sighed as he began thrusting in and out of her tight
hole, looking up to see Lisa's hands on her breasts. "That's it. Play with
your titties for Grandpa."

It was tough to keep quiet, because the bed was squeaking and Lisa was
whimpering,but not even the thought of having his wife or Lisa's parents coming
through the door stopped Arthur. He pulled his glistening spear almost all the
way out and then slid back in several times, enjoying the sight the that cute
little pussy being impaled by his thick manhood, which was stretching Lisa out
to the limit.

Arthur felt her pussy contract around his cock savagely as she came, and unable
to hold back he came as well, filling her womb with his seed while her pussy
seemed to be tried to push him out with contractions.

"Omigod," Lisa gasped as she felt the massive organ inside of her
begin to go limp, finally sliding out of her as her grandfather leaned over
her. "I'm never going to be able to walk again."

"Sure you will," Arthur said as he straightened up and pulled on his
cock with long strokes, squeezing the last drops of sap onto his granddaughter's
mound. "So, would you want to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You and me and your friend Cathy," Arthur explained. "I'm here
for a couple of more days."

"You would really do that?" Lisa asked. "The three of us
together?"

"Why not? Don't you think your Grandpa can take care of both of you?"
he said. "Between you two and my pills, I bet I can. Unless you think your
friend won't do it?"

"Cathy? She'll do it," Lisa replied.

"Well, you set it up," Arthur said as he climbed off of the bed and
got his pajamas back on, his back aching from the workout. "Better get
back in bed before your Grandma misses me. Night."

***

Arthur looked down at his granddaughter, who was on her knees looking up at him
while her mouth stretched wide to take in the head of his cock, and although
she couldn't get much more than the head in, she tried like crazy to do her
best.

They were in the basement of Lisa's house, while upstairs the rest of the
family was walking around unaware of what was going on down in the cellar. They
had snuck down at Lisa's request, for two reasons.

One was to tell her grandfather that Cathy was most definitely interested in
meeting him, and would be over before lunch. Upon hearing that, Arthur had
taken his pill along with a bunch of Advil because his knees and his back were
a bit sore from last night.

The second reason Lisa wanted to be alone with her grandfather was simple.
"I didn't get to suck your cock last night," she said, so she
proceeded to pull it out of his pants and went to work, while her grandfather
tried to enjoy it without popping his nut.

"Let's wait until your friend gets here," Arthur said as he helped
his granddaughter to her feet and stuffed his cock back under wraps before they
went upstairs and out to the garage, where Arthur pretended to be interested in
Lisa's car, a ten year old Mazda.

"Where are we going to go?" Arthur asked, and Lisa told her
grandfather that there was a place way back in the woods where they went with
boys that was secluded.

"Wouldn't it be nicer to do this inside?" he said when Lisa explained
that Cathy's mother didn't work so they couldn't go there, and with her house
full of company that was out, Arthur suggested a motel.

"Cool," Lisa said, and made up an excuse for having her disappear
with her Grandpa.

"So tell me about Cathy," Arthur said while they waited for Lisa's
cherubic friend. "I saw her yesterday, but really didn't pay that much
attention to her. "I know she's a redhead. Real, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, but she shaved her pussy," Lisa explained. "That made her
grandfather mad, because he likes hairy ones, and Cathy really had a gigantic
bush. She's going to let it grow back though, on account of how her labia are
so big she thinks it looks gross."

"Never had one without hair," Grandpa mused. "Although you don't
have very much around yours."

"I know. Cathy's was so hairy it grew on the insides of her thighs and way
down to her ass crack, and that kind of embarrassed her, but her Grandpa liked
it."

"He seems like a kindred spirit to me," Arthur suggested. "Must
be a child of the sixties like me."

"I guess. He even had her stop shaving her pits over last winter,"
Lisa said while making a face. "You should have seen her."

"Don't be silly," Arthur said and he looked around before squeezing
his granddaughter's butt. "You're a little hottie and with always be my
favorite."

"Here she comes," Lisa announced, and her grandfather turned to see
Lisa's friend coming up the driveway.

Now that he was about to get to know the girl more intimately, Arthur looked the
teen over. She was about 5'4" and was chubby but seemed pretty solid. She
was definitely a redhead, with flaming curls and a galaxy of freckles that were
revealed with the tank top she was wearing that exposed her shoulders, neck and
arms.

Under the yellow tank top Arthur could see the heavy duty harness that was
straining to contain a huge pair of jugs, and the shorts Cathy was wearing
showed a pair of legs that were plump but shapely.

"Hi, Mr. Preston," Cathy said, her toothy smile wide as her eyes went
down to Lisa's grandfather's crotch.

"Hello. Looking for something?" Arthur asked playfully.

"Lisa said you got a big one," Cathy said while blushing. "I
told her you did."

"Come
here," Arthur said as he motioned for them to follow him around the back
of the garage out of sight, and when they got back there he pulled his zipper
down and took Cathy's wrist. "Reach in and say hello."

Cathy let Lisa's grandfather put her hand inside the fly of his trousers, and
after fumbling around briefly her pudgy fingers found what they were looking
for.

"Holy shit!" Cathy said as she started to pull on the monstrous
organ.

"Told you!" Lisa responded.

"Oh man," Cathy moaned. "My Grandpa's got a big one, but not
this big. Yours is fucking huge. Let's go back to the woods."

"I can see you liked it," Arthur chortled as he nodded down to the
busty girl's nipples which were practically popping through the blouse and bra
she had on.

"My Grandpa wants to take us to a motel," Lisa giggled.

"Awesome!"

"Let's go," Arthur said so they hopped into Lisa's car, and as Lisa
drove Arthur asked his granddaughter's friend if it was true what Lisa had
said.

"Yeah, I shaved it," Cathy said. "I wish I didn't shave it all,
but I was tired of being so hairy. Want to see what I looked like?"

From the back seat Cathy handed Arthur her phone, and he shook his head when he
saw the picture that she had brought up.

"You're a real redhead, that's for sure," Arthur said as he looked at
the burnt orange bush. "Doesn't look like it's too hairy to me
though."

"Look at this one," Cathy said as she hit a button and showed Arthur
a picture of her on her back naked, with arms and legs akimbo.

"Who took the picture, your grandfather?"

"Yeah. The pit hair, that was his idea too," Cathy said as she lifted
her arms to reveal her plump and now smooth underarms. "See? All
gone."

"Too bad," Arthur mused.

"You sound like my grandfather," Cathy giggled.

"I like the guy without even meeting him," Arthur said as he handed
Cathy her phone back. "He sounds like another child of the 60's. Who
knows, if this works out maybe we could all get together."

Arthur couldn't believe the show that was going on right in front of him on the
hotel bed. His granddaughter Lisa and her friend Cathy, as naked as he was,
were going at it, and just like the night before, little Lisa had been the
submissive one while Cathy was more like him. The aggressor. The predator.

Not in the real sense, because they were both 18, but compared to Cathy both
physically and emotionally, Arthur's granddaughter was a child and although
Lisa's body was perky and more enticing to Arthur, Cathy's looked like a woman.

Arthur had been nervous while renting the motel room, and felt like a pervert
when he had the girls sneak in afterwards, but once the door locked behind them
Arthur forgot everything and was enthralled when Cathy took the initiative and
said that she was going to get warmed up with his granddaughter.

Cathy had peeled Lisa's blouse and shorts off quickly, and when she deftly
unhooked his granddaughter's bra and replaced the cups with her chubby freckled
hands, Arthur's cock was already erect and waving in front of him as he watched
from the side.

"Motherfucker!" Cathy said when she got distracted by the sight of
her lover's Grandpa slowly sliding his hand up and down his erection, and
although he recoiled at the salty language coming from the teen he also enjoyed
the look she gave his swollen organ. "You're hung like a horse, dude.
Can't wait to feel that big boy inside of me."

"Keep going," Arthur groaned as he watched Cathy pull her own blouse
off of her head. "Lisa honey, why don't you take Cathy's brassiere off of
her?"

"Front hooks, babe," Cathy told Lisa, and then reached up and ran her
fingers through her curly red locks before linking her hands behind her neck
and smugly watching Lisa fumbled with the hooks that held the contraption.

"Ah!" Cathy sighed after Lisa had undone the last hook, smiling as
her friend was startled when the hooks popped out of Lisa's grasp when the
harness lurched off of her and her breasts burst free.

"Whatcha think?" Cathy said as he looked over at Lisa's grandfather
for approval.

"Lisa said you were a Double D cup," Arthur sighed as her stared at
the enormous bell shaped breasts that had eased down to Cathy's thick stomach
and the marks made by the heavy duty harness. "I think you might need to
go up a size. That's it. Hug each other."

The sight of the two teens embracing, with Cathy's huge breasts pressing
against Lisa's titties, made Arthur stop stroking his cock for fear of shooting
a load into the cheap carpet of the motel room.

Arthur's old occupation came into his thoughts as she watched Cathy and Lisa
embracing and kissing, and having been the produce manager of the local grocery
chain, all he could think of was that when those tits rubbed up against each
other, it was like watermelons and lemons together.

"Go down on Cathy," Arthur instructed his granddaughter and the teen
shed their panties, and although the sight of Cathy's smooth pussy was a bit
off-putting, there was nothing at all child-like about the rest of her.

Lisa's face went down between the chubby thighs that parted to accommodate her,
and when Arthur saw the over-sized labia on Cathy, he wondered whether they looked
huge because there was no hair around them or they were just plain big.
Probably a combination of the two, Arthur concluded as Lisa's face eased into
the fold.

"That's it girlfriend," Cathy moaned as she reached up and squeezed
her fleshy tits, which even on her back still looked enormous, and as he
plucked nipples that were as fat and thick as bullets, she implored Lisa.
"Show your Grandpa what a great cunt lapper you are."

"Gonna do me first?" Cathy was asking Arthur.

"Ask Lisa," Arthur said, and Lisa briefly took her face from her
friend's pussy to say it was okay.

"Can I taste that pussy too, honey?" Arthur asked his granddaughter,
and after Lisa rolled away Arthur took a look at the first hairless crotch he
had ever gone near, and while it looked alien, it smelt like woman.

Arthur's tongue ran along the puffy lips of Cathy's sex before dipping in, and
after he started lapping away he heard Cathy's squeal of approval, but after a
minute Arthur had to stop.

"Gotta have it," he grunted as he got up onto his knees and directed
traffic on the king sized bed, which was full of flesh. "Get over next to
Cathy, honey. That's it. Suck on her tits."

"Eeee!" Cathy squealed as Arthur pressed the head of his manhood into
the redhead's opening, and although the labia were large, the opening wasn't
that much more accommodating than his granddaughter's had been, and when he
pushed into her Arthur hoped that nobody was in any of the adjoining rooms.

"That's it, squeal you little pig," Arthur mumbled to himself, and as
his massive tool tore into Cathy he felt none of the remorse and showed none of
the compassion he had shown to Lisa, because Lisa was a tender innocent.

"Take it all girl," Arthur said as he pushed all of his cock into the
writhing teen, glancing over at Lisa, who looked like a deer caught in the
headlights as her girlfriend got pushed up to the headboard, although he noted
that she was fingering herself as she watched Cathy get impaled by her Grandpa.

"Holy motherfucking shit," Cathy groaned, the color of her face now
matching her hair as Arthur fully impaled her before pulling it all out of her
and plunging back in. "Fuck!"

Lisa nodded and got next to her friend on the bed, her hand still wiggling
inside her pussy while she watched her Grandpa fuck her friend, and when Cathy
started to cum the whole bed shook as her pussy clenched down on the 70 year
old rod inside her.

"Take it out take it out!" Cathy screamed as her body lurched and she
made like Joe Cocker with her arms.

Arthur was shocked for a second, but as he pulled his member out of the teen's
pussy he was looking down when a gusher of fluids drenched his crotch, followed
my a second less explosive blast.

"She squirts sometimes," came the giggling voice of his granddaughter
who seemed amused at her grandfather's shocked expression, but Arthur recovered
quickly and knee-walked around Cathy - whose body was still convulsing - and
went between his granddaughter's thighs.

"Ow!" Lisa gasped as Arthur's dripping cock got reminded how tight
his granddaughter's pussy really was, and now Arthur forced himself to be more
gentle and tender, not impaling Lisa like he had Cathy, only working about half
of his cock in and out of her while she squeezed her little titties for him.

"So fucking hot."

The voice had come from Arthur's side, where Cathy had recovered and was now
kneeling down beside them, watching Lisa and her grandfather moving in a steady
rhythm.

"So fucking hot watching you fuck your Grandpa," Cathy was telling
her friend, and while she watched them her hand was deep inside of herself
while behind her the bedding was drenched. "You go girl. Take that big
cock deep."

"You had enough?" Arthur asked Cathy as sweat rolled off his body and
onto his granddaughter while he watched Lisa begin to heat up.

"No way," Cathy said. "I want more though. I want you to cum in
me after you make Lisa cum."

Arthur nodded, wishing he had taken a couple extra Advil because his back was
beginning to feel the effects of all this, but he sucked it up because he
doubted whether this would ever happen again. He tried not to cum himself when
he felt Lisa's pussy contract around him while she thrashed beneath him.

"Do me doggie," Cathy said as Arthur climbed out from between his
granddaughter's thighs.

Okay, but turn around the other way. "Face the dresser."

"Like this?" Cathy asked after the three of them rearranged their
bodies, and as Cathy got on all fours the cherubic teen looked up at the
reflection in the mirror. "Cool."

Arthur contorted his back a little as he came up behind the chubby redhead,
whose back was a galaxy of freckles on pale white skin. Cathy's ass was plump
but pretty solid, and after kneading the chunky ass cheeks he spread them open.

Deep in the fleshy crevice he saw Cathy's anus, and while she had shaved almost
everywhere there was still a tiny circle of burnt orange hairs around her tan
balloon knot, and he playfully slipped his finger in the tight hole, enjoying
the stunned reaction of Cathy in the mirror before telling her, "Next
time," as he moved up tightly behind her.

"Oh man," Cathy groaned as Arthur slid his cock into the plump teen
from behind. "Feels even bigger this way."

"You like it though, don't you?" Arthur cackled, reaching out and
grabbing Cathy's hair and pulling her head back gently while she laughed and
said yes.

"Fill with your Grandpa sap," Cathy said in a challenging voice.

"When I'm ready," Arthur sighed as he leaned up into the fleshy
backside, running his hands all over the freckles as he looked at them in the
mirror.

Cathy's jugs were hanging down almost to the bedding, and the massive mammaries
swayed a beat behind as they started the bed rocking. Arthur reached down and
around, cupping the huge tits as best he could while his aging hairy body
covered the teen like the true predatory animal he was.

"I love you honey," Arthur said to Lisa, who was watching her Grandpa
screw her friend, and not wanting her to feel left out Arthur nodded for her to
kneel next to them.

"Give Grandpa a kiss," Arthur said, and as they kissed in a decidedly
un-family like manner he asked his granddaughter to play with his balls.

That's it," Arthur said when he felt his wagging scrotum get captured his
her little hand. "When Cathy cums, I want you to really squeeze them Like
you were milking them dry, okay?"

"Harder," Cathy was grunting as they looked at themselves in the
mirror, and Arthur responded, his thrusts so violent that the bed started
inching towards the dresser.

"Now!" Arthur yelled as he watched Cathy's face do an imitation of
the painting The Scream, and as he let out a feral howl Arthur felt Lisa
squeezing and twisting his balls as he joined in the orgasm, filling the portly
teen's pussy with his aged sap.

"Go get it," Arthur sighed as he let his cock flop out of Cathy,
nodding to Lisa after rolling Cathy onto her back. "Clean her up."

Lisa looked apprehensively as Cathy's pussy, with the milky white semen
drooling out from between the puffy lips, but she did as her grandfather asked,
letting her tongue slide up and down the crevice as he looked down with pride.

***

They had moved to the other bed because they had made the first one unbearable
to lay in, and now the three of them were comfortable in a fresh bed.
Surrounded by the two 18 year olds, the old gray grandfather looked like he was
in heaven as he rested on his back, hands clenched behind his head as the two
girls plucked his nipples and played with the hair on his chest.

"Mine were hairier than yours," Cathy said as he slid her hand up and
ran her fingers through the silver spray of hair in Arthur's armpit.

"Yours were hairier than anybody else in the world," Lisa giggled
from the other side of the bed.

"You didn't seem to mind," Cathy retorted, before asking Arthur
whether or not he would be able to do an encore.

"My Grandpa can only do it once usually," Cathy explained. "So
it's okay if you can't."

"He did it twice last night," Lisa said, coming to her grandfather's
defense.

"I might be able to," Arthur said, hiding his grimace as best he
could as he tried to find a comfortable position, and although he knew his cock
could rise again, the thought of trying to get his back to cooperate was the
sticking point. "If I got some help..."

Cathy immediately knew what Arthur wanted, and after she had slid down the bed
Lisa joined her friend at his other hip. Lifting the utterly limp cock from
between Lisa's grandfather's legs, Cathy gave the organ a long slow tug,
stretching the cock as far as she could while they giggle.

"It's scary even soft," Lisa said.

"Scary good," Cathy said as Lisa's hand held the rubbery hose at the
stump while Cathy slid the foreskin down to exposed the mushroom-shaped glans.
"My Grandpa's not cut either. I like them better like this."

"You know 7" inches is pretty damn big," Arthur said in defense
of the kindred spirit he would love to meet. "You kids spend too much time
on the Internet looking at freaks and photo-shopped dicks."

"This should be on the Internet," Cathy said before licking around
the ridge of the crown. "We could make you a porn star. How would you like
to see your dick in a website, Mr. Preston?"

"I'd rather see it in your mouth," Arthur suggested. "Both of
your mouths."

The girls giggled, but then Cathy began to suck on the cock she was holding,
and as Arthur began to feel his organ tingle he watched her pass it to his
granddaughter.

They went back and forth, sharing the cock that slowly began to get harder and
thicker. Their tongues dueled at the tip, slapping the opening along with each
other's tongues, and the sight made Arthur take a deep breath.

"Don't forget my balls," Arthur said, and as Lisa tried to suck the
cock her friend ducked down and gave each of his wrinkled nuts an exquisite
bath.

Cathy was the more talented cocksucker, Arthur determined, figuring that the
little piglet probably had a whole lot more experience, but as for watching his
granddaughter's lips going up and down his manhood as far as they could? Well,
there was something different about that which made up for a lot of inexperience.

"Both of you use a hand," Arthur said as he became nearly erect, and
after they got a steady rhythm going with their fists sliding up and down the
shaft Arthur suggested a new position. "How about you two riding me this
time?"

"Me first," Cathy squealed as she scrambled up to her knees.
"I'm already wet."

"You're always wet," Lisa said with a pout.

"I'll cum in you this time, okay baby?" Arthur told his
granddaughter, and Lisa smiled as she watched Cathy mount her Grandpa.

"AW!" Cathy groaned as the bulbous head pierced her opening while her
Rubenesque body squatted unsteadily over the lance. "Help me girl."

Lisa helped balance her friend as Cathy slowly eased herself down, and along
with her grandfather Lisa got a perfect view as the foreskin slid down along
with the labia before the thickly veined shaft got swallowed up by the
redhead's pussy.

"Nice," Arthur said as he did his part by reaching up and cupping the
huge udders that dangled down in front of him, their size even overwhelming his
long bony fingers.

Arthur's finger traced around the circumference of the crimson aureoles, which
had to be even bigger than drink coasters, before plucking at the fat pegs of
Cathy's nipples, making the cherubic girl groan as she put her hands over the
wrinkled ones already on her tits.

"This is so good," Cathy said after she had managed to work all of
Arthur into her snug cavern as Lisa knelt by her side, stroking her freckled
shoulders and nibbling her neck as her friend began humping on him harder.

"Cum!" Arthur said, almost commanded, and as if on cue, Cathy
responded, her body swaying around and her head rolling around on her shoulders
as she came, and after she was done Lisa almost pushed her friend off so she
could climb on herself.

"Ouch," Lisa said as she struggled to stay squatting over her
grandfather as she took the head into her little furry opening.

"You can take more than that," Cathy said as she acted like a spotter
while Lisa did little squat thrusts on her grandfather. "That's it."

Arthur was surprised at how much of the cock she was able to take like this,
and as she got a better feel for the balancing act she seemed to enjoy it ever
more.

"Yeah!" Cathy chirped, seeming to be enjoying it just as much as her
friend. "Ride that big boy!"

Lisa's head was like a bobbing head doll as she rode Arthur's cock, and he
enjoyed Cathy's hands all over Lisa's titties, squeezing and kneading the
little buds roughly while the bed bounced beneath all of them.

"Gonna cum soon, aren't you girlfriend?" Cathy cackled, and then
Arthur watched as the redhead grabbed Lisa's hand and pulled her wrist behind
her head.

"Oh no!" Lisa laughed as Cathy leaned forward and ran her tongue up
and down the wet and smooth hollow of Lisa's armpit while she futilely tried to
stop Cathy, and the sight of this made Arthur's orgasm race through his loins.

Arthur thought Lisa's pussy was going to crush his cock flat as she came,
screaming while her grandfather shot his load deep into Lisa's womb, and
luckily Arthur had just gotten done cumming himself when the tangled mass of
bodies collapsed, sending all of them nearly off the bed.

"Did you cum?" Cathy asked Arthur breathlessly, and after he nodded
that he had, Cathy pulled Lisa all the way back onto the bed before burying her
mouth into the soft golden down, either trying to suck the seed out or force it
back inside.

Arthur took
a deep breath as he watched the two teens playing next to him, and although he
knew that he would pay the price for this tomorrow, he was too busy enjoying
the moment now to care.

***

"Guess I pulled a muscle or something," Arthur told his wife the next
morning when she saw him struggling to get out of bed the next morning.

"You sure you aren't just saying that to get out of going to the swap meet
this afternoon?" she asked, but she could tell that her husband was in
pain so she told him that she understood.

"There," Lisa's mother said as she set up the den downstairs for her
father-in-law with a heating pad on the couch and the remote control within reach.
"And Lisa will be home from school in an hour in case you need
anything."

"I'll be fine," Arthur said, and after taking a few more pills
drifted off to sleep, and only woke up when he sensed a presence beside him.

"Hi Grandpa,"

"Oh. Hi honey," Arthur said as he looked at the little doll looking
at him nervously. "I thought I died and went to heaven when I saw my
little angel in front of me."

"Maybe a soda, or a beer," Arthur suggested, and as he watched Lisa
prance away in her plaid skirt and white socks the mind started thinking
things, writing checks his back could not cash.

"Thanks honey," Arthur said as he took a sip of the Sam Adams and set
it down onto table while contorting his back again in an effort to find the
most bearable position, and as he did he felt a hand slipping inside the fly of
his pajamas.

"Honey..."

"It's all I could think about all day," Lisa said as she extracted
the limp brown tube and began to stroke it. "Even Cathy - she said you
were the best she ever had, and she's done a whole lot of boys - men."

"I wish that..."

"You did so good on your back yesterday," Lisa reminded her
grandfather, lifting her skirt up and pulling down her panties, exposing the
little cleft with the wisp of golden fleece around it, and as she pulled on her
Grandpa's cock with one hand she fingered herself with the other. "You'll
be gone tomorrow."

"We'll be back around the holidays," Arthur said.

"Your cock is getting hard," Lisa said, and started pulling harder
and faster on it while yanking off her skirt and fumbling with the blouse
buttons one-handed while she kept stroking the thick stiffening rod.
"Please? You won't have to move a muscle."

A minute later, Lisa had stripped and climbed onto her grandfather in the
sixty-nine position, sucking his cock while presenting herself to him. Arthur's
hands parted the delta, his eyes first noting the tiny pink balloon knot and
wondering what it would be like to put his cock into that impossibly little
orifice.

Instead he licked downward until his tongue was parting Lisa's sex, and as he
lapped at his granddaughter's sex a moment before she would climb on top of
him, he knew what he was going to ask for Christmas.

"A better back," Arthur mused while tonguing Lisa's clit, and as he
felt her wet lips sliding down the knob of his dick, he added, "and more
granddaughters."